my cousin died up in the whip pillow talking I know these people want to talk they ain't really talking yeah I already know what it is he keep on snitching bullets to the Head, I know it's night time putting him to bed, I know he died the way I chopped his head. he keep on talking boys its going to get tragic the way his head disappeared he might think it's magic I know my people on keep dying on me it's only me and my brother we surviving homie I got to keep my strap I cannot die homie my uncle got shot right in front of me I think I'm blonde